It’s a Climate Changey Possibly Planetary Derangey 107 degrees Fahrenheit Sweat wringing Summer’s Day ToDay As I cross the sidewalk I stop I balk At the Ziggy-Zaggy Crooked and at times Straightforward and Scraggly Shiny Silver Snail Trail That captures my gaze In a Beautifully Patterned Steamy Haze Beneath the Sun’s percolating blaze I learned today That the Bean Snail has gone Extinct They were Here And then Gone with And in A Blink Silver Snail Trails and Extinctions Are enough to make you Think About Humankind and their Distinctions Regarding the Purposeful And UnPurposeful Annihilations Of just such Populations Including OurSelves Amidst Hmmm’s and Haaaa’s and Hesitations Intended and UnIntended Reservations Consequentialities within InConsequentialities Amidst Expansions and Contractions Attentions and Distractions I bend and gently Pick the Snail up By its Simply Complex Spiraling Shell It’s Portable Home In which they roam These fascinating Invertebrates Amazingly Flexible And Adaptive Creatures Older than Humanity, ItSelf And yet, the Eldest of them All The Bean Snail As far as Humanity Knows Is Simultaneously Consequentially and InConsequentially Extinct There is usually A Push within a Pull And a Pull within a Push Balance is a very Statically Kinetic And Kinetically Static State of Being Whether we’re Aware of that Being Or not Well, this little Silver Trail Making Snail Is not Forgot Within this Moment in Time I place the Snail Under the Shade of a water distressed Oak Under a cluster of faintly green Grass All other grass is as golden brown And crunchy, scruntchy as Hay Adding to the Feeling Of blistering Heat Which Beats, and Beats and Beats Down upon Humanity All Flora and All Fauna Upon our Planet In this Place in Time and Space ToDay This small Silver Trail Making Snail Is a Microcosm within a Macrocosm It’s Life’s Energies and Ancestral Histories At times A Macrocosm within a Microcosm As are We All As is All Even when it DisAppears Into No-Thing At All Or a New-Thing Of Transformative Awe Smiling But with furrowed brow I Continue My Walk
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